Before the time travel, Cheng Shu took the classmate's talk about the blitzkrieg in Poland as a joke;
After time travel, it was the 1939 Defense War.
German bombers roared from the sky. Cheng Shu, who was passing by, touched her pocket and found her SLR camera.
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Tiger tanks swept across the battlefield, Skartu dropped artillery shells, and assault rifles aimed and fired. The smoke was so thick that even the smell of blood could not be smelled.
Cheng Shu knew that many people would die in this long war. In Poland, hunger, disease, factories, concentration camps, whims of the German army... There were too many possibilities that could cause her death. She wanted to live, and if possible, become a recorder again;
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Unarmed civilians who sang the national anthem and resisted, professors and students who organized a counterattack and were hanged, captured soldiers who were shot and killed because they were considered threats... The photos in the camera are in color, and history is in black and white.
The corpses of the rebels were hung on the gallows. The pain of suffocation made their faces hideous. There was fear and panic in the protruding eyes, but there was no regret at all. The blood soaked the ground, and the tears burned the heart. Cheng Shu could no longer simply use a camera to record everything that happened in Poland. She wanted to participate in this resistance, she could not just be a bystander;
On the way out of the Warsaw Uprising Museum, there were clusters of pansies in the flower bed, and Cheng Shu's eyes stopped at the red one.
Tourist: This is the national flower of Poland, right? It seems to be named because there are three colors. What else does it mean?
Tour guide (nodding): Pansies generally come in three colors: purple, white, and yellow, which symbolize contemplation, purity, and happiness respectively.
Cheng Shu: Where's the red one?
Tour guide (shaking his head): Unfortunately, I don't know either.
She silently took out her mobile phone to check, and the page was loading... The Internet abroad was really bad. Cheng Shu didn't complain. The phone fell to the ground. She bent down to pick it up, and hot tears fell on the back of her hand.
The flower language of red pansy is... Please miss me.
Purpose: Respect life
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